“The park provides a rare example of the process of continental drift,
where deep ocean crust and the rocks of the earth’s mantle lie exposed.” –
Or, as buddy said, geologists go crazy, hopping back and forth, saying, “I’m on the crust, I’m on the mantle, I’m on the crust . . .” Maybe geologists don’t get out enough.
We didn’t get to the place where we could hop from crust to mantle (and back again! Maybe next time, by helicopter!), but we did see the eponymous mountain . . .
We did see Green Point, where the youngest rock is on the left (yes, the left) . . .
And we did sail up to the end of Western Brook Pond–a now-landlocked fjord–on a dark and stormy day . . .
September weather notwithstanding, it’s a world heritage site, and one of our many splendours.
This is one of a series on Canadian national treasures – my sesquicentennial project. They reflect people (living and dead), places and things that I think are worth celebrating about our country, and are done in no order of precedence.